The Queen of the Night Demons, Noir Giabella, stood resplendent in a seductive dress that left her collarbone, shoulders, and back bare. Her laughter rang out like tinkling bells.

For a noble of her stature, the dress was scandalously revealing. Yet, naturally, Noir bore it with audacity. In fact, she found it regrettable that there were fewer guests to admire her exquisite form.

"A bit disappointing," Noir murmured, lowering her colorful sunglasses to the bridge of her nose.

"What do you find disappointing?" asked Gavid, standing nearby in a meticulously tailored tuxedo. Under normal circumstances, he might have criticized Noir's lack of decorum. However, his mind was elsewhere. Gavid was uncharacteristically tense, anxious, excited, and fluttering with anticipation.

"Don't ask such an obvious question, Gavid. You're thinking the same thing, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right here," Noir replied, her lips curving into a subtle smile. A tantalizing breath escaped each time those lightly tinted lips parted.

Excitement and anticipation also throbbed within Noir. This emotion heated her body, especially her chest, and the succubus, who had lived for a long time, emitted Dark Power faithful to her feelings. Any ordinary demon who was faced with Noir in her current state would not only struggle to control their raw desire but struggle to even breathe.

Of course, Gavid was different. Regardless of how potent and overwhelming Noir's magic was, he wasn’t focused on her, though his gaze remained on her. His hand grazed the hilt of the Demonic Sword Glory strapped to his waist as he remained silent.

"How many years...